Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

(1891 - 1938 / Warsaw)

Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems

1. Rome 8/20/2014
2. The Stalin Epigram 1/29/2015
3. Stretching Taut The Silken Threads 4/7/2010
4. To Cure Wounds Is So Rigid 4/7/2010
5. The Falling Is The Constant Mate Of Fear 4/7/2010
6. O Heavens, Heavens, See You In My Dreams 4/7/2010
7. Not Believing In The Resurrection 4/7/2010
8. No, Not The Moon, But Simple Dial-Plate 4/7/2010
9. On A Sleigh, Padded With Straw 4/7/2010
10. Still I Have Not Died, And Still Am Not Alone 4/7/2010
11. The Greeks Planned For War 4/7/2010
12. The Thick Golden Stream Of Honey Took So Long 4/7/2010
13. The Chalice Was Suspended In The Air 4/7/2010
14. Nature's The Same As Rome, Was Reflected In It 4/7/2010
15. O This Air, Intoxicated With Sedition 4/7/2010
16. To M.L. Lozinsky 4/7/2010
17. Straw 4/7/2010
18. The Menagerie 4/7/2010
19. Meganom 4/7/2010
20. That Evening The Forest Of Organ Pipes Did Not Play 4/7/2010
21. The Decembrist 4/7/2010
22. Beneath A Veil Of Milky White 4/7/2010
23. How Hard For Me, The Splendor Of This Crown And Robe 4/7/2010
24. In A Crystal Whirlpool, Such Steepness! 4/7/2010
25. If I Am To Know How To Restrain Your Hands 4/7/2010
26. I Am Cold. Transparent Spring Dresses 4/7/2010
27. Go Back To The Tainted Lap, Leah 4/7/2010
28. I Could Not Among The Misty Clouds 4/7/2010
29. I'Ve Lost A Delicate Cameo 4/7/2010
30. I Often Shiver With Cold 4/7/2010
31. Twilight Of Freedom 4/7/2010
32. Let Us Go Where There Are Varied Crafts 4/7/2010
33. Sisters 1/1/2004
34. I Dream Of Hunchbacked Tiflis 4/7/2010
35. A Young Levite Among Priests 4/7/2010
36. Why Do The Clock-Hopperssing 4/7/2010
37. I Had Not Tried The Wine That Ancients Made 4/7/2010
38. Just For Joy, Take From My Palms 4/7/2010
39. As Psyche-Life Goes Down To The Shades 4/7/2010
40. Venetian Life 4/7/2010
Best Poem of Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

What Shall I Do With This Body They Gave Me

What shall I do with this body they gave me,
so much my own, so intimate with me?

For being alive, for the joy of calm breath,
tell me, who should I bless?

I am the flower, and the gardener as well,
and am not solitary, in earth’s cell.

My living warmth, exhaled, you can see,
on the clear glass of eternity.

A pattern set down,
until now, unknown.

Breath ...

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Sisters

Sisters - Heaviness and Tenderness- you look the same.
Wasps and bees both suck the heavy rose.
Man dies, and the hot sand cools again.
Carried off on a black stretcher, yesterday’s sun goes.

Oh, honeycombs’ heaviness, nets’ tenderness,
it’s easier to lift a stone than to say your name!
I have one purpose left, a golden purpose,
how, from time’s weight, to free myself again.

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